Lyrics:
Mystery ©2008
Written By Sean C. Harrison Jan. 30, 2007
1
How could this happen to me Lord?
I was the last one in line,
Nothing more than a messed up
betrayal
Man it must be a sign
Hate on me how you want but you made the portrayal you fucking pike
You fucking knifed my back like Jason and Chucky
You
shoot with no perky
I hit your bitch in the night and got her ass gone when she started to ask about some closure
Man these 'lil niggas get cropped out if
Hey ugly fuck me if youre so disgusting
Lucky harrison stop huffing puffing before
You snort the lights out
They run you out of town
Try to Knock you
fortune and glory
Like Indiana Jones, Harrison Ford
By my last crusade fuck being poor
My last days before death's door
Imma kill shit like dexter
To be
of the hour
uptown candidate
Holly Grove stand up
im superfly i still ice my whole band up
still hit ya man up
still got my grams up
and whether flowin
a dozen times an hour
She's flattered by the avalanche of attention and flowers
He tells all his buddies "Boys, I've finally found someone for me"
She don't
niggas
Yo here's what Ima do
In a hour or two
Since you can't take a hint or a clue
Gotchu locked in my phone under bugaboo
Yo man I don't know what it is
the wind
And now you reaped the whirlwind
Before the dawn, the darkest hour
The darkest hour
Here I stand
In a serenade of glory
Naked by
to give her a light
One wild night (blinded by the moonlight)
One wild night (24 hours of midnight)
One wild night (I stepped into the twilight zone
to give her a light
One wild night (blinded by the moonlight)
One wild night (24 hours of midnight)
One wild night (I stepped into the twilight zone
on the road, but the world's my contradiction
I'm a man with a mission
Time to fire up the ignition
Five hours till the sun goes down today (Ah-ah)
Wishin that
Skinny young man
With born again eyes
And a Jesus tattoo on his arm
Leans on the wall
While the traffic goes by
The gas-mart at Fairview
Man, you niggas don't know how long I've been grindin', bruh
Yeah Mane, real shit real spit
I'ma give it to you, how you want it?
In the jungle
We cut through the backwoods of the Harrison farm
Jumped over the rock fence under Mr. Jenkins' barn
Made a beeline down choctaw bend to the pawnee
scampi pasta
Son’d so many rappers its apparent that I foster
Zoidberg on my plate
Fries by the lobster
One eye open
Get snipped from the saucer
Y’all go
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
designer
Tell me if you wanna
Take you home and we can make it by the hour
And if you like then I can stay another hour
Ride with me and I could treat you
help you sleep tonight
You can be my man
And I'll be your only fan
Buy me now
Limited time
Buy me now
Wine and dine
Buy me now
By the hour
Buy me now
Friday night on a college campus
So in a few hours I'll probably be dancin
Not a care in the world cause tomorrow is Saturday
So that's why I'm with
age by day I don't sleep the same way
As I age by day I don't think the same way
As I age by the hour realize we have the power
As I age by the hour
Run the track
Ooh, it's, it's so funky, it's, it's so funky
(Yes it is, 15 after da' hour, baby)
Ooh, ooh, it's, it's so funky, it's, it's so
You don't know who you fucking with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
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